I have always had to live between shame and invention

I have always lived synchronized with the complex

Always in a situation between the delinquential and autocriticism

Between fear and fear of change

I had an extraordinary life even when it had been difficult, to have something of a plus now makes me fearful

No sooner had I had love I feared persecution

You have always lived alone and in the one same place but constantly in contact with things, radio, extraordinary friends, etc., in your little bed. This gives you incredible fantasies

You have invented a new relationship between the high culture of your absolute friends the Berios, Man Ray, Mollino, Warhol, Sanguineti, and your badly brought up graphic sign

We know with envy you have been invited by Orson Welles and Anthony Perkins to share for a week their hotel suite in Paris

My pictures are the subjects that allowed me to survive, they are only a translation

The mad cow had pelvic spasms, I wish I had been a bull, bad luck here too

In your work there is a short-circuit between desire and form without known mediations; eros without loss of culture how come?

Because rage is the link

Carol Rama with Corrado Levi, March 1997